Ste Letto
10-24-2007, 9:06 AM
I wrote this about 20 years ago for a UK magazine called Footsy
Trivial Pursuits
(By STE Letto)
****************
Kelly and Sam grinned at each other across the card table and chinked their glasses together. The girls, best friends and ardent rivals, liked to test their skills in all forms of competition. They were at college together now, having been best friends since secondary school. They were inseparable. Placing their drinks down carefully, the two girls laughed out loud.
"Let the game begin!" Kelly proclaimed, as she picked up a pair of dice and rolled them across the Trivial Pursuit board, arranged in front of her like a miniature battle field. Sam nodded eagerly and watched to see where Kelly would move to and what question she would want. As they were in Sam’s room, with the door locked, both girls felt completely relaxed and safe. Also, because it was summer, both girls were wearing very skimpy clothes.
Kelly wore a white lycra swimming costume, a blue denim micro-miniskirt little white socks, folded over, and white sneakers. Sam was wearing a red mini-dress, whose hem barely came to mid-thigh even when she stood.
On her beautiful, sexy little feet she wore flat soled leather sandals. They had been a present from her boyfriend, and had delicate interwoven multi-
coloured strands of leather. Her carefully sculpted toenails were a delicate shade of pink.
As the girls played, laughing, arguing, joking and drinking, another set of spectators and participants were less than overjoyed. A large glass bowl on the table held several mini-men. The girls had decided it would be fun to use the little pests as markers in the game. The college campus had many unused buildings and occasional raids would capture huge nests. Sam and Kelly were
among many girls who volunteered to go on clean up campaigns and these survivors were now to be sacrificed for their fun.
The little men, squirming helplessly, trying to find purchase on the slippery internal wall of the bowl looked unlike normal mini-men in that they were all different colours. Kelly, an art student, had carefully, and cleverly, spray painted each one to represent the colours of the questions.
Kelly was enjoying herself, having quite a successful run of questions, and smiled delightedly when she landed on the main geography question. Sam paused before asking it as her friend reached into the bowl and plucked out a little, blue painted man.
The tiny creature’s helpless struggles in Kelly’s firm grip amused both girls who liked to take the opportunity to tease the little slaves. "Just think," Said Sam, licking her lips and waving the question card back and forth in front of her perfectly made up face, "If Kelly gets this one right," she looked at the
question, "and I think she will, she gets to step on you and keep you to show her score. Isn't that nice?" The little man squirmed in the beautiful girl's hand and both ladies laughed.
"Kelly," Sam began very earnestly, "I wonder if you can tell me the name of the capital city of France." From her smirking face, Kelly could tell Sam knew full well that she would know the answer. Staring up at this girl who literally held his life in her hands the little man watched despairingly for any sign that she somehow might not know. Kelly teased him and tormented him further by making to begin speaking, then pausing again and again. Finally her big beautiful lips parted and she spoke.
"Is it Paris?" She was feigning uncertainty. Sam smiled, as she too decided to prolong the little man's suspense.
"Let's have a look shall we?" Under the beseeching stare of the tiny hostage in Kelly's hand Sam rotated the card. "No sorry that's wrong," She tried to sound as serious as she could manage. The little man's face lit up with relief. Then Sam's face broke up. "Haaaaahaaaa, only kidding; yes, that's right." Kelly lifted the little man up toward her face "Bye bye then. Would you rather go slow or fast?"
The little man's mind was a terrified whirl, "Fast please," he managed at last. Kelly raised the sole of her right training shoe just enough to place him completely underneath before pinning him firmly with the ridged rubber sole.
"Slow it is then." She smiled as both girls delighted at her cruelty.
The little man struggled feverishly, pushing up feebly with his arms and legs, using all his strength to no avail. At only three inches tall he disappeared completely beneath her sole. Kelly held her pretty foot and shoe quite still for a while, letting the ultimate reality sink into the little man's mind, and savouring the power of the moment. Then, with Sam watching approvingly, the gorgeous, mischievous, playful young girl pushed her training shoe clad foot flat to the floor, crushing the little man flat. To finish off, she stamped on the broken body again and again before lifting him up and laying him by her side of the board. "One down five to go," she said, smiling.
Sam smiled and said,"Even like that they still make great markers," then both girls laughed again. Kelly threw and was off again but in mid-turn she got one wrong. Now it was Sam's turn. Even while she was answering questions, her foot was bending forward and back in anticipation, making the thin leather sole of her Greek style sandal creak every time her foot flexed. Her eager toes joined in, curling up, scrunching up, then extending themselves in joyful anticipation.
Every question took on new importance for her. She was always competitive, but now, with the promise of treading on one of the little men, she felt really excited, full of sexual energy. She would quite openly admit to being turned on
abusing and crushing these strange little pests.
When she landed on her first main question, Art and Literature, Kelly drew out the card then waited as Sam reached her hand into the bowl. Her long, elegant fingers, with prettily painted nails, rummaged among the pile of bodies for one painted brown.
The look of fear on each little man's face as her hand approached, nearly sent her into convulsions of laughter. Finally she plucked one wiggling body out and closed her fingers around it. Kelly spoke, her sexy voice vibrating magically in the stillness of the room, "In which George Orwell novel is Winston Smith the chief character?" She knew it was 1984 and she hoped Sam would also. Next to actually crushing the little men herself, watching someone else do it was her favourite way to pass the time. She could only imagine how great it would be to see Sam's foot doing the business encased only in her strappy sandals.
"I know that one," Said Sam grinning, "that's 1984." Kelly rotated the card and read the answer, delighting in the hopeful expression on the face of the little man in Sam's hand. He was hoping she might be wrong but she knew that his hopes, and his body, would soon be crushed. Keeping up the pretence a little
longer she looked at the card and said, "Sure you don't want to change your mind?" Sam pretended to think for a moment before speaking.
"Errr, nooo, I don't think so."
Kelly smiled, "It's the right answer." Sam squealed with delight and lowered the little man to the hard floor. Holding him tightly by the legs, with her fingers pressing his lower legs and feet together, she angled her sandaled left foot away from the ground, keeping her toes down and raising her heel. With her giant's heel raised up high she placed him down with his face and torso directly beneath. With her other sandaled sole she pinned him by the legs, before bringing that irresistible left heel lower and lower. Finally, inescapably her scuffed heel trapped his chest.
Kelly, thrilled by her friend's power, moved to where she could see properly and marvelled at the sight of her mate’s lovely legs and feet so completely dominating this little man. She took a moment to take in the whole of the scene. The card table, Sam in her sexy red dress, Sam's long legs and pretty
feet. Those feet that were being gently caressed by her gorgeous sandals, feet that were trapping and holding a helpless little man. Kelly felt herself getting terribly aroused.
Suddenly Sam stood, sliding her chair back. She kept the man pinned yet did not crush him. Now the contrast between the mini-man and the girl was even more extreme. Kelly watched open mouthed as Sam lifted her foot off the man's legs, angled it, and stomped on the lower half of his body. A sound like crunching
breadsticks accompanied this act. She positioned that destructive foot off to one side then pressed down on his upper body with her toes, bending her heel up as if she were going to operate a foot pump. Unable to resist any longer, Sam literally pumped her foot on the feeble body and crushed his ribs and head. The combined weight of her whole body came down through her shapely leg and foot. She then twisted her lovely foot side to side quite unnecessarily, splaying her toes in a very erotic manner, then lifted her foot off. Panting with the raw indulgence, this Goddess of Crush bent low and plucked the body from the floor. Fetching her chair she sat at the table again and lay the body triumphantly by the side of the board.
The game proceeded in the same manner for almost half an hour, until Kelly had amassed six colours and Sam had five. Knowing it was the Sport and Leisure man she needed to complete her set, Sam plucked an orange body out of the bowl and slid him under her foot, between her own sole and the innersole of her sandal. With her beautiful legs crossed, her foot angled forward and her leg swinging, she kept the trapped, terrified little man high in the air, where he dare not try to escape.
Kelly, meanwhile, had taken off her right training shoe and sock and had placed one of the intended victims on the floor, under her curled toes, with the instruction to lick for his life. Having seen the fate of his compatriots this little man was only too willing to comply and the sensation of his tiny, enslaved tongue caressing her slightly damp flesh was deeply satisfying and immensely arousing. Kelly would occasionally shift in her chair and her foot also would move. Several times he found him self free of her imprisoning sole, but so afraid was he, so horrified by the fate of his friends, that the thought of escape never entered his mind.
Sam managed to land on the Sport and Leisure space and looked to Kelly for the question. At the same time she uncrossed her legs and held her left foot poised about a foot from the floor. The game was approaching its climax now and both girls were getting more serious about winning. The fun of crushing the little men was actually secondary to the winning. "Which boxer floats like a butterfly and stings like a bee?” Kelly asked in a very sing-song, la-de-da sort of way. Sam scrunched up her forehead, she knew it, she knew it, her mind blanked and she squealed with annoyance. "Mike Tyson," She shouted, and instantly knew that was wrong, "I mean Muhammad Ali, it was Muhammad Ali." Kelly smiled sweetly, yet triumphantly.
"Sorry, I have to take your first answer and that was wrong." Sam's face twisted up furiously and she stamped her left foot down with all her strength. The floorboards shook with the force of it as the little man beneath her sole was totally pulped.
Sam’s face changed again. "OOOOhhhh, gross,” She said, leaning down and slipping off the now dripping shoe. "OOOOhhh, my shoe." The barely recognisable remains of the little figure were splattered on the sole. "S'cuse me." Sam stood and gingerly carried the shoe to the bin and scraped the remains off, before wiping it with a tissue. When the innersole was clean she used another tissue to wipe her footsole, then dropped that in the bin as well.
Back at the table she plucked out another orange body and placed her bare foot flat to the floor with the little man's legs under the pad of her foot, and his head gripped between her big toe and the next. In his foot prison, the little man tried everything he could to escape, but every time she felt him move, Sam either squeezed her toes a little tighter or raised her foot making him dangle precariously. At these times he simply had to cling on to her big toe with both hands or risk loosing his head.
Kelly landed on the centre square and Sam decided to ask a Science and Nature question. "Which planet,” She began, “is famous for its great red spot." Kelly grinned saucily, reached down to the floor and checked the colour of the little man still feverishly tending to her giant foot.
As he was blue, she lifted him up and popped him back in the bowl saying, "Don't worry, I'll get you later." Her hand searched the bowl for a green painted man and she said, "Jupiter." Both girls knew she was right and Sam just nodded, sad to have lost the game. Kelly held up a little figure. "Bye bye little man, pleasant dreams." Slowly, deliberately she hovered the tiny body over the open neck of her shoe. He kicked and struggled and as she released her grip she said, "OOOOPPS, all that silly wriggling and fussing has made me lose my grip. I wonder where he's fallen." She knew full well he was in the heel of her trainer. "I'll pop my little shoe on and have a look around."
Her right hand plucked up the discarded shoe and she casually loosened the laces to widen the neck. All the time her bare foot was arching, flexing and wriggling. "My toes are so eager to get in their nice little bed I won't tease them any longer. In you go fellas." She slid her toes into the shoe over the head of the little prisoner. She managed to get them right to the front before she had to lower her heel. She planted that heel on the ground and pressed it in until she felt the man beneath. On a sudden whim she stomped her foot down hard and sent him on his way. "I win again," She said laughing, "want to play best of three?"
Sam nodded and reached out determinedly to pick up the pair of dice. Watching from their glass prison, the remaining little men shuddered at the look of serious intent on the young girl’s face. She was intent on winning, intent on scoring points, intent on crushing them simply as a way to record the score. And her friend, Kelly, she had already shown her general knowledge. They knew none of them were safe. Sam scored a six and moved straight to a main question. They couldn't see which colour it was, so as her hand came down, all the little men screamed.
Trivial Pursuits
(By STE Letto)
****************
Kelly and Sam grinned at each other across the card table and chinked their glasses together. The girls, best friends and ardent rivals, liked to test their skills in all forms of competition. They were at college together now, having been best friends since secondary school. They were inseparable. Placing their drinks down carefully, the two girls laughed out loud.
"Let the game begin!" Kelly proclaimed, as she picked up a pair of dice and rolled them across the Trivial Pursuit board, arranged in front of her like a miniature battle field. Sam nodded eagerly and watched to see where Kelly would move to and what question she would want. As they were in Sam’s room, with the door locked, both girls felt completely relaxed and safe. Also, because it was summer, both girls were wearing very skimpy clothes.
Kelly wore a white lycra swimming costume, a blue denim micro-miniskirt little white socks, folded over, and white sneakers. Sam was wearing a red mini-dress, whose hem barely came to mid-thigh even when she stood.
On her beautiful, sexy little feet she wore flat soled leather sandals. They had been a present from her boyfriend, and had delicate interwoven multi-
coloured strands of leather. Her carefully sculpted toenails were a delicate shade of pink.
As the girls played, laughing, arguing, joking and drinking, another set of spectators and participants were less than overjoyed. A large glass bowl on the table held several mini-men. The girls had decided it would be fun to use the little pests as markers in the game. The college campus had many unused buildings and occasional raids would capture huge nests. Sam and Kelly were
among many girls who volunteered to go on clean up campaigns and these survivors were now to be sacrificed for their fun.
The little men, squirming helplessly, trying to find purchase on the slippery internal wall of the bowl looked unlike normal mini-men in that they were all different colours. Kelly, an art student, had carefully, and cleverly, spray painted each one to represent the colours of the questions.
Kelly was enjoying herself, having quite a successful run of questions, and smiled delightedly when she landed on the main geography question. Sam paused before asking it as her friend reached into the bowl and plucked out a little, blue painted man.
The tiny creature’s helpless struggles in Kelly’s firm grip amused both girls who liked to take the opportunity to tease the little slaves. "Just think," Said Sam, licking her lips and waving the question card back and forth in front of her perfectly made up face, "If Kelly gets this one right," she looked at the
question, "and I think she will, she gets to step on you and keep you to show her score. Isn't that nice?" The little man squirmed in the beautiful girl's hand and both ladies laughed.
"Kelly," Sam began very earnestly, "I wonder if you can tell me the name of the capital city of France." From her smirking face, Kelly could tell Sam knew full well that she would know the answer. Staring up at this girl who literally held his life in her hands the little man watched despairingly for any sign that she somehow might not know. Kelly teased him and tormented him further by making to begin speaking, then pausing again and again. Finally her big beautiful lips parted and she spoke.
"Is it Paris?" She was feigning uncertainty. Sam smiled, as she too decided to prolong the little man's suspense.
"Let's have a look shall we?" Under the beseeching stare of the tiny hostage in Kelly's hand Sam rotated the card. "No sorry that's wrong," She tried to sound as serious as she could manage. The little man's face lit up with relief. Then Sam's face broke up. "Haaaaahaaaa, only kidding; yes, that's right." Kelly lifted the little man up toward her face "Bye bye then. Would you rather go slow or fast?"
The little man's mind was a terrified whirl, "Fast please," he managed at last. Kelly raised the sole of her right training shoe just enough to place him completely underneath before pinning him firmly with the ridged rubber sole.
"Slow it is then." She smiled as both girls delighted at her cruelty.
The little man struggled feverishly, pushing up feebly with his arms and legs, using all his strength to no avail. At only three inches tall he disappeared completely beneath her sole. Kelly held her pretty foot and shoe quite still for a while, letting the ultimate reality sink into the little man's mind, and savouring the power of the moment. Then, with Sam watching approvingly, the gorgeous, mischievous, playful young girl pushed her training shoe clad foot flat to the floor, crushing the little man flat. To finish off, she stamped on the broken body again and again before lifting him up and laying him by her side of the board. "One down five to go," she said, smiling.
Sam smiled and said,"Even like that they still make great markers," then both girls laughed again. Kelly threw and was off again but in mid-turn she got one wrong. Now it was Sam's turn. Even while she was answering questions, her foot was bending forward and back in anticipation, making the thin leather sole of her Greek style sandal creak every time her foot flexed. Her eager toes joined in, curling up, scrunching up, then extending themselves in joyful anticipation.
Every question took on new importance for her. She was always competitive, but now, with the promise of treading on one of the little men, she felt really excited, full of sexual energy. She would quite openly admit to being turned on
abusing and crushing these strange little pests.
When she landed on her first main question, Art and Literature, Kelly drew out the card then waited as Sam reached her hand into the bowl. Her long, elegant fingers, with prettily painted nails, rummaged among the pile of bodies for one painted brown.
The look of fear on each little man's face as her hand approached, nearly sent her into convulsions of laughter. Finally she plucked one wiggling body out and closed her fingers around it. Kelly spoke, her sexy voice vibrating magically in the stillness of the room, "In which George Orwell novel is Winston Smith the chief character?" She knew it was 1984 and she hoped Sam would also. Next to actually crushing the little men herself, watching someone else do it was her favourite way to pass the time. She could only imagine how great it would be to see Sam's foot doing the business encased only in her strappy sandals.
"I know that one," Said Sam grinning, "that's 1984." Kelly rotated the card and read the answer, delighting in the hopeful expression on the face of the little man in Sam's hand. He was hoping she might be wrong but she knew that his hopes, and his body, would soon be crushed. Keeping up the pretence a little
longer she looked at the card and said, "Sure you don't want to change your mind?" Sam pretended to think for a moment before speaking.
"Errr, nooo, I don't think so."
Kelly smiled, "It's the right answer." Sam squealed with delight and lowered the little man to the hard floor. Holding him tightly by the legs, with her fingers pressing his lower legs and feet together, she angled her sandaled left foot away from the ground, keeping her toes down and raising her heel. With her giant's heel raised up high she placed him down with his face and torso directly beneath. With her other sandaled sole she pinned him by the legs, before bringing that irresistible left heel lower and lower. Finally, inescapably her scuffed heel trapped his chest.
Kelly, thrilled by her friend's power, moved to where she could see properly and marvelled at the sight of her mate’s lovely legs and feet so completely dominating this little man. She took a moment to take in the whole of the scene. The card table, Sam in her sexy red dress, Sam's long legs and pretty
feet. Those feet that were being gently caressed by her gorgeous sandals, feet that were trapping and holding a helpless little man. Kelly felt herself getting terribly aroused.
Suddenly Sam stood, sliding her chair back. She kept the man pinned yet did not crush him. Now the contrast between the mini-man and the girl was even more extreme. Kelly watched open mouthed as Sam lifted her foot off the man's legs, angled it, and stomped on the lower half of his body. A sound like crunching
breadsticks accompanied this act. She positioned that destructive foot off to one side then pressed down on his upper body with her toes, bending her heel up as if she were going to operate a foot pump. Unable to resist any longer, Sam literally pumped her foot on the feeble body and crushed his ribs and head. The combined weight of her whole body came down through her shapely leg and foot. She then twisted her lovely foot side to side quite unnecessarily, splaying her toes in a very erotic manner, then lifted her foot off. Panting with the raw indulgence, this Goddess of Crush bent low and plucked the body from the floor. Fetching her chair she sat at the table again and lay the body triumphantly by the side of the board.
The game proceeded in the same manner for almost half an hour, until Kelly had amassed six colours and Sam had five. Knowing it was the Sport and Leisure man she needed to complete her set, Sam plucked an orange body out of the bowl and slid him under her foot, between her own sole and the innersole of her sandal. With her beautiful legs crossed, her foot angled forward and her leg swinging, she kept the trapped, terrified little man high in the air, where he dare not try to escape.
Kelly, meanwhile, had taken off her right training shoe and sock and had placed one of the intended victims on the floor, under her curled toes, with the instruction to lick for his life. Having seen the fate of his compatriots this little man was only too willing to comply and the sensation of his tiny, enslaved tongue caressing her slightly damp flesh was deeply satisfying and immensely arousing. Kelly would occasionally shift in her chair and her foot also would move. Several times he found him self free of her imprisoning sole, but so afraid was he, so horrified by the fate of his friends, that the thought of escape never entered his mind.
Sam managed to land on the Sport and Leisure space and looked to Kelly for the question. At the same time she uncrossed her legs and held her left foot poised about a foot from the floor. The game was approaching its climax now and both girls were getting more serious about winning. The fun of crushing the little men was actually secondary to the winning. "Which boxer floats like a butterfly and stings like a bee?” Kelly asked in a very sing-song, la-de-da sort of way. Sam scrunched up her forehead, she knew it, she knew it, her mind blanked and she squealed with annoyance. "Mike Tyson," She shouted, and instantly knew that was wrong, "I mean Muhammad Ali, it was Muhammad Ali." Kelly smiled sweetly, yet triumphantly.
"Sorry, I have to take your first answer and that was wrong." Sam's face twisted up furiously and she stamped her left foot down with all her strength. The floorboards shook with the force of it as the little man beneath her sole was totally pulped.
Sam’s face changed again. "OOOOhhhh, gross,” She said, leaning down and slipping off the now dripping shoe. "OOOOhhh, my shoe." The barely recognisable remains of the little figure were splattered on the sole. "S'cuse me." Sam stood and gingerly carried the shoe to the bin and scraped the remains off, before wiping it with a tissue. When the innersole was clean she used another tissue to wipe her footsole, then dropped that in the bin as well.
Back at the table she plucked out another orange body and placed her bare foot flat to the floor with the little man's legs under the pad of her foot, and his head gripped between her big toe and the next. In his foot prison, the little man tried everything he could to escape, but every time she felt him move, Sam either squeezed her toes a little tighter or raised her foot making him dangle precariously. At these times he simply had to cling on to her big toe with both hands or risk loosing his head.
Kelly landed on the centre square and Sam decided to ask a Science and Nature question. "Which planet,” She began, “is famous for its great red spot." Kelly grinned saucily, reached down to the floor and checked the colour of the little man still feverishly tending to her giant foot.
As he was blue, she lifted him up and popped him back in the bowl saying, "Don't worry, I'll get you later." Her hand searched the bowl for a green painted man and she said, "Jupiter." Both girls knew she was right and Sam just nodded, sad to have lost the game. Kelly held up a little figure. "Bye bye little man, pleasant dreams." Slowly, deliberately she hovered the tiny body over the open neck of her shoe. He kicked and struggled and as she released her grip she said, "OOOOPPS, all that silly wriggling and fussing has made me lose my grip. I wonder where he's fallen." She knew full well he was in the heel of her trainer. "I'll pop my little shoe on and have a look around."
Her right hand plucked up the discarded shoe and she casually loosened the laces to widen the neck. All the time her bare foot was arching, flexing and wriggling. "My toes are so eager to get in their nice little bed I won't tease them any longer. In you go fellas." She slid her toes into the shoe over the head of the little prisoner. She managed to get them right to the front before she had to lower her heel. She planted that heel on the ground and pressed it in until she felt the man beneath. On a sudden whim she stomped her foot down hard and sent him on his way. "I win again," She said laughing, "want to play best of three?"
Sam nodded and reached out determinedly to pick up the pair of dice. Watching from their glass prison, the remaining little men shuddered at the look of serious intent on the young girl’s face. She was intent on winning, intent on scoring points, intent on crushing them simply as a way to record the score. And her friend, Kelly, she had already shown her general knowledge. They knew none of them were safe. Sam scored a six and moved straight to a main question. They couldn't see which colour it was, so as her hand came down, all the little men screamed.